Millions of readers and later film goers were captured by the sentimentality and melodrama of The Kite Runner, an story of Afghani culture by an American- Afghani doctor who obviously didn't have enough patients or literary talent.
In an odd sequel The Rottweiller Runner is the mediocre doctor-novelist's stab at more book and film dollars. It is the story of two puppies brought up together as brothers. One gets adopted and goes to America to strike it rich and marry a hot dog. The other, trapped in the Afghani dogfighting trade, fights his way to the top of his game.
Rottie America brother dog hears about his litter mate ensnared by Afghanis for whom a century of fighting is clearly not enough and runs (hence the title) to Kabul to free him from the clutches of the bully who whipped the shit out of both of them soon after birth.
Critics are saying that had someone, who really writes english and has read good english written, written this drivel it would have been thrown into the dogpile. But since inferior foreign doctors from countries that have really shitty histories are given a free pass on bathos, The Rottweiller Runner should win a Pulitzer and an Academy award when the movie inevitably gets made.
